The gentle art of Fucking Contacts

So I've worn glasses since I was a wee Thia-let in elementary school, which was long enough ago that contacts were a strange arcane thing that cost ridiculous amounts of money, could easily be lost, and were only if you had a Specific Sort of Eye Thing (according to my hazy childish memory). Times change, contact technologies update, and I decided that I wanted to cosplay Crowley from Good Omens, complete with yellow eyes. (Cat eyes, unfortunately, as yellow snake eye contacts are hard to come by. :-( )

So when I went to the eye doctor, I asked for a prescription for contacts.

( So far, my attempts at wearing (regular! not even the cosplay!) contacts have gone as follows: )